Back At The Glory Hole

London River dressed hot, headed out, already knowing the clubs would be disappointment. She needed one thing. That glory hole always delivered Will Tile's thick cock on the other side, like magic. Tonight she let his hands roam her tits, couple squeezes, but then dropped fast. Both hands wrapped his shaft, pumping, lips stretched wide, wet sounds loud. Took her tongue from tip to balls, spit dripping down. Her pussy twitched. She spun, backed her ass to the wall, reached back and guided him in slow. Thick stretch, deep push. Rode it, twerking back, taking every inch. Switched to her back on the bench, heels on the wall, fucking him herself. Tits bouncing, fingers rubbing her clit hard till her legs shook. Quick footjob, toes sliding on that wet pole, then tit fuck—cock trapped between her heavy breasts. Finally she stood, jerked him with both hands until he shot. Hot ropes splashed across her tits and face. She smiled big, rubbing it in. Never saw the guy's face, never cared to.